DRACULA ON PJ HILL 2

The full moon in the sky
Bright orange sparks
Hitting on the palatial home
Dracula wakes up
Eyes red like Martian light

It is feeding time
He knows it by heart
Years on the prowl
He can’t forget
The fooling slogans
The people got hooked and wined
Leaving him to plunder
Every way he knows
When full moon rises
He looks at his hands
The fingers sharp calling for blood
He stares at the mirror
He can’t know what he looks like
He smile and walks down the steps
Slowly with even strikes
The followers tremble
Knowing not what he will do

People say he sleeps a lot
In the day when bright sun rules
He can’t make his presence
He has to hide

When the dark night arrives
Dracula will prowl the streets
The ever cool gentleman
He takes the ladies for rides
Then one by one disappears
Chilling wailing in the dim light
For the guys he makes them his lackeys
Running errands protecting his home
Afraid of golden arrows tint with silver bullets
He isn’t waiting to happen
So he keeps shifting
Every schedule he knows

Now he looks at the assembly
Every guy must carry his order
They are the ears and eyes
He listens when they talk

He lets the voices echo
Deeply into his mind
As he closes his eyes
He dreams of his faraway land
Of freedom to do he likes
If only there is no distraction

The marching of penguins
Stomping the streets
The PJ hill shakes with vibration
As if something really falling down

The lackeys rush out
Surrounding the palatial home
Eyes of hate
Howling of the night beasts

Above the sky
The eagles fly
Circling in for the kill
Dracula knows he quickly makes his exit
Underground his followers put up barrier
Nobody can enter without permission

Then the bright lights
From the powerful search lights
The streets of humans
Waving cloths soaking in fire
Hurling high into the night sky

The lackeys run
Calling for help
Howling in desperately cry
The penguins shoot silver bullets
The lackeys drop dead one by one

The palatial home on PJ Hill
It shakes with the might of the people
Barricades tumbling down
The lackeys run all shoot on sight
Leaving them gasping for their lives

Underground Dracula tries
Every way he knows how
Yet he realizes he is locked in
There is no escape this time around

The iron doors burst open
Golden light arrows fly
Silver bullets penetrate his body
He looks surprise
When his blood oozes to the ground
He wails loudly
The penguins aim open fire
Dracula split into many parts
Then his body parts turn into ashes
Dropping it on the concrete floor
Breathing his last